EK
SHE’R
Khaliqur
Rahman
Paida
huwee pulis to shaitan ne kaha
Mujhko
Khuda ne sahib-e-aulad kar diya
(When
Police was born, Satan said:
God
has blessed me with progeny)
While an old man was
passing through a jungle, he saw another old man sleeping. He woke him up and
asked him who he was as he looked to be in the middle of a care-free sleep even
in the forest. He said he was Satan and he’s been sleeping and resting there
for years.
“Why?! Have you got
fed-up with subverting the pious people?”
‘Super Annuation, now,
for me as my progeny is going to work.’
“How many are there?”
‘Better, if you don’t
ask this. I have my first wife from the Royalty. Now all the rulers and leaders
are amongst my progeny. My second wife is a Maulvi’s daughter, the third wife,
a Pundit’s and the fourth, a Padree’s.’
“But people say Police
is your progeny?”
‘In fact, I didn’t get
married a fourth time as I preferred a live-in relationship. And, this made it
easier. I have my children in all the departments. And, they’re doing well.’
“Then, why don’t you
live with any of your children, preferably by turns?”
‘You are either a fool
or very innocent. In the modern times, which children, after they get married,
want their parents to live with them? And, can a dog, or any other animal, for
that matter, identify its father? And, for fear of the Family Planning
officials, not all my children can genuinely identify me as their father. So,
for every two of them, I’ve managed one benami
father.”
“Haven’t you got
daughters?”
‘I got daughters rather
late in life. You see, earlier, women stayed at home for domestic chores. I
didn’t have daughters then. Now, you see, I’ve got equal number of sons and
daughters.’
“Now that you’ve got
such a large multitude of sons and daughters all around, here, there,
everywhere, how do you know that a son or a daughter is, in fact, your son or
your daughter?”
‘You’ll ask me that,
too. Okay, now that you’ve asked, here I am, with the answer and you’ll feel
obliged for the rest of your life! Listen! My children, or children’s children,
whether a leader or an officer, whether an engineer or a doctor, whether an
advocate or a businessman, whether a teacher or a professor, whether a Maulvi
or a Pundit, whether a Pope or a policewallah ... he or she will have a sure genetic
signature ... a paunch!’
